Monday, November 19, 2012

Friends and good friends are two totally different people. Friends are those whom you can have conversations with, the ones that only want you to be who they expect you to be.

Good friends are those whom you can talk to, the ones that want you to be yourself. Everyone is different, everyone thinks differently, some people might like your way, some people might not. But you can count on your good friends to accept your true self no matter how excruciatingly annoying and provocative it is. Sure, at times both of you can go at each other's throat, but at the end of the day you can forgive each other easily because, well, you're good friends.

This kind of friendship, I can certainly say that I will never find another other than the ones I already have. That is why I'm trying my hardest to keep them close because if not, I can lose, but I can never gain.

Just a random thought at 2.45am before I go to sleep. I'm always so sentimental before bedtime hahaha probably gonna regret writing this post. Meh.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Truth be told, when the war between Palestine and Israel begun years ago, it didn't really affect me emotionally or spiritually. I did pray for my fellow Muslims, but just half-heartedly.

And then I came across a novel by Khaled Hosseini entitled A Thousand Splendid Sun. Now, when the Zionists commenced their war against Palestine once again, and I read all these stories about what happened there, the people who were killed in the attacks, I can imagine what's happening vividly. It's just like what happened in the novel. The bombing, the terror. How the victims felt. And the image, it's really horrible. I just can't :'(

They say that my imagination is powerful, I can live a story. But this is one story I really don't want it to come alive.

I don't remember the character's name, but I remember there was this part when this girl's father wanted the whole family to move out from the country. It was a peaceful sunny day, they were packing and moving their stuff, the girl walked out of the house, and suddenly she felt something flew by just inches from her left ear, then she heard a very loud noise, and she was thrown from the ground. She blacked out for a moment, when she came to conscious, she couldn't hear anything, and then she saw something fell and rolled beside her. It was her father's head. :'( Oh dear God...

I pray that our prayers reach to Allah the Almighty. Please ease their sufferings. Amin.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Read through my previous posts and realized I sounded so foolish in most posts kahkahkahkah! Ah never mind.

Yesterday I went to the Nottingham Games, also known as the Notts Game. It's an annual sport event organized by the Malaysia Societies all over Europe, or UK, I don't know specifically. Basically the Malaysian students / athletes gather in Nottingham every year to compete in sports. I really wish I'm in the athlete category. I watched the badminton matches, they're not even half as good as those from KPMBP (excluding me, of course). Maybe I should give it a try next year.

I went as a supporter who wasn't supportive at all, and the trip was pretty boring -_- You can say that yesterday was an unlucky day for me haha. I'll tell you why.

During departure, my friends and I were queuing to get on the NCL uni bus, but just when it's our turn to hop on board, the bus was already full, we had to take the Northumbria Uni bus =.= the bus was full of people I've never met, so it was a quiet journey swt.

At the event, they had this Malaysian Food Festival, and I was looking forward to it. I planned to eat as much as I can. I was among the firsts to arrive at the festival, but we brought food for breakfast, so we thought maybe we should just wait til lunch, then only we'd go frenzy. Biggest mistake of the day. By noon, the place was full of people, and we didn't get to buy anything nice. All the delicious food were sold out -_-

Also I didn't get to watch any of NCL matches. As soon as I arrived, either they've JUST finished their match or they've already lost haizzz.

To make it worse, remember I said I had to take Northumbria Uni bus? Well, my friend decided she wanted to switch bus so we did. I was reluctant to do so since it would make it difficult for Charlie (MalSoc pres) to sort us out but I didn't feel like arguing. Guess what, of all the three buses, our bus broke down in the middle of the highway T^T we had to stand in the cold for an hour or so while they tried to fix the bus. The most painful experience since I arrived here, lucky I didn't catch a cold, alhamdulillah. =.= Honestly I was pretty pissed because this wouldn't have happened if we hadn't switched bus. But my friend felt pretty bad, and it's not worth getting angry over anyway. This will be one of those memories that can bring good laughs hahaha.

Anyway, it's not entirely bad. We went around the university, the park has many wild squirrels! And I actually got to bond (sort of) with one of em heheheh. It was scared of me at first, but I gave it a piece of bread and it hang out for awhile. Aaahh so cute~ fed the ducks as well, when I ran out of bread, the ducks and the squirrels followed me around. My friends called me "mak itik" hahahaha ah so cute.

That sums up my trip. And oh, I found Haris' doppelganger, but not bald. They could be twins, or maybe I've already forgotten how Haris looks like in person hahaha. Can't really blame my memory, it's been too long.

I really miss my mom. Should I fly her here? I really don't mind starving myself just so I could see her T^T

Friday, November 2, 2012

Last night I had one of those sleepless nights. Many thoughts ran through my mind. One of them was that the purpose of my life. What my future holds, how much time I have left, what would I make of it.

Then I wonder why did Allah send me on this path, to this unfamiliar part of the world. I know I want it, but Allah always has His reasons. He opened up my path and made it easy, but what's the purpose?

And then I realized that the heart is important for the soul. Some people might look bad judging from their appearances but possess a good, kind heart. Some people might look innocent from the outside but rotten on the inside. What I'm saying is that I shouldn't judge people for their one bad deed, or hate people just because they sin differently from me. Who am I to judge anyone anyway? I should be more forgiving.

Honestly, I don't think I'm generally a person with a good heart. So I hope that in the future, while I'm reading this post, it would remind me that sincerity is the most important thing. Everything I do, do it not for the gain nor the loss, not myself nor my loved ones, but do it for Allah. Remember that, Has. Everything comes from Him, remember!

Hahaha being away from home really has its effects on me spiritually. Meh.

Who am I?

Nur Hasliza Muhtar. Currently living in Johor Bahru, Malaysia.
The young one who never yawns. Home is not where you live, it's where your heart is.
Everybody grows up, you and I. The only difference is I stay young at heart while you grow old because you stopped having fun.